It had to be the strangest form of life in the entire universe, at least it was the strangest that Harvey had every found in all his years as an exo-biologist. It looked, for the world like a severed human hand but it was one of the nastiest and cunning predators anywhere. To Harvey it proved two things: a) God existed, b) he had a very sick sense of humor.

It methods were simple, find something that a humanoid life form would be interested in, latch on and play dead. When the unwilling victim came it to collect it’s prize, dose them with a powerful neurotoxin, then dine at leisure.

Instantly Harvey knew it had a purpose, finally a way to rid himself of that fat, harpy of a wife he’d married!

It was near impossible to smuggle a female back to the colony, harder still to get that huge diamond ring on it’s finger.

Now where to put it where the wench would easily find it? “I know the mailbox!”